AIDEN'S POVI had been holding myself together all morning, but the moment Dylan’s smug face flashed across the news article, his company’s name climbing stock charts off the back of my merger, I knew I couldn’t sit behind my desk anymore. This wasn’t just business. This was personal. And if I didn’t face him now, the unease inside me would eat me alive.I told my driver to head straight to Dylan’s building. No appointments. No phone call warnings. I wanted to look him in the eye, to see what game he was really playing.The receptionist tried to stall me when I stormed in, but one look at my face and she picked up the phone with trembling hands.I didn’t wait for Dylan to finish his meeting before barging into his glass-walled office. The man sat there, leaning back in his chair, his trademark smirk already carved on his face like he’d been expecting me.“Aiden Kingston,” he uttered, not even rising. “Always dramatic. To what do I owe the honor?”I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Cu
CHARLOTTE'S POVThe house was quieter than usual that morning. Aiden had already left before dawn, the echo of his car fading long before I even opened my eyes. I reached for the other side of the bed, cold, untouched. Another day of him drowning in work, and another day of me figuring out how to fill the silence.I tugged a sweater over my head and walked downstairs. The smell of freshly baked bread drifted from the kitchen. Elsie was there, her hair tied in a messy bun, humming off-key as she wiped flour from her cheek.“Morning,” I greeted, sliding onto a stool.She turned with a bright smile. “Charlotte! You’re up. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”“That would’ve been unnecessary,” I said, amused. “You already spoil me too much.”She shrugged dramatically. “It’s in my job description. ‘Professional spoiler of stressed madams.’”I laughed. “Pretty sure Petra would disagree.”At the mention of our chef, Elsie rolled her eyes. “Don’t even get me started. Petra nearly bit my
AIDEN'S POVThe sunlight leaked through the curtains, warm and unwelcome. I hated mornings like this, when the world dared to look calm while chaos festered underneath.I swung out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake Charlotte. She was curled up, still in yesterday’s dress, her hair messy, her breathing soft. For a moment, I almost let myself stay. Almost. But softness was a luxury I couldn’t afford.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. A single name lit up the screen.“Marcus.”I stepped into the hallway before answering.“Talk.”His voice was low, cautious. “The warehouse sweep turned up nothing. Whoever took those documents knew exactly what to grab and how to disappear. We’re thinking…”“Inside job.” I finished for him, my jaw tightening. “It has to be. No one outside knew the access codes.”“That’s what I was afraid of,” Marcus muttered. “I’ll recheck the security feeds.”“Don’t recheck. Tear them apart. And Marcus, if anyone on the inside even smells suspicious, I want them in fro
CHARLOTTE'S POVWe got home from the cabin just after noon. The ride back had been quiet, not in a tense way, but in the peaceful, lingering silence that comes when you’ve had a good weekend.I kicked off my shoes the moment we stepped into the house, sighing at the familiar scent of home.“That’s it,” I said, flopping onto the couch, “I’m never cooking pancakes again unless it’s on that cabin stove. Everything tastes better there.”Aiden chuckled, setting the bags down. “It’s probably because you didn’t have to clean up after.”“True,” I admitted, grinning up at him.He dropped onto the armchair opposite me, loosening his tie even though he wasn’t wearing one. It was just something he did when he wanted to relax, like an old habit that wouldn’t die.“So,” I started, “back to reality?”He nodded slowly. “Back to reality.”“I honestly did not want the weekend to end.” I giggled softly.“Me too Lottie.” “Do you know my Dad called me Lottie?” I stood up and walked to the window.“Yes, y
AIDEN'S POVWe walked out of the cabin through the woods hand in hand. Her palms were so soft compared to mine. She asked questions about the cabin, when I bought it, and why I didn’t visit more often.“I haven’t been here in two years,” I admitted.She stopped walking. “Two years? Then how is it so clean?”“I ask someone to come by and keep it clean and ready for us,” I said.She narrowed her eyes, smiling slightly. “You mean you command someone.”“Nope, I asked,” I corrected, though the corner of my mouth betrayed me.When we got to the beach, the tide was low, the waves curling lazily against the shore. She walked ahead, her boots leaving small prints in the damp sand. The wind tugged at her hair, and she turned to face me, smiling in a way that made something inside me shift.“It’s beautiful,” she said.I looked past her to the water, but the truth was, I wasn’t really looking at the ocean.We wandered along the shoreline, talking about nothing and everything: her favorite childho
AIDEN'S POVThe cabin was quiet when I woke, the quiet that felt almost fragile, like the wrong sound could break it.My first instinct, as always, was to check my phone. View my emails, alerts, and missed calls from Sheila.But for once, I didn’t reach for it.Instead, my eyes drifted to the other side of the bed.Charlotte lay on her side, hair scattered on the pillow, creating a soft wave with one hand tucked beneath her cheek. Her breathing was slow and even. She hadn’t stirred once, and I realized with a strange pang that I liked watching her like this completely unaware of me, without her guard up.There was something about her presence that slowed everything down. In my world, nothing ever slows down, not deals, not deadlines, definitely not people.But she did.I didn’t know how long I lay there, just… taking her in. The way the duvet barely covered her shoulder. The faint crease in her brow only eased when I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. The fact that even asle